“I hain’t got another dollar!” said Peternot, trembling with wrath and vexation.
“You’ve a V there; we can change it,” suggested Cub.
“Take it, and may the rum ye buy with it pizen ye, you pack o’ thieves and robbers!”
“That sounds well from you, that have jest robbed a poor boy of what you more ’n half believe is good money, but which we’re dumb sure is bogus, or else we never ’d have helped ye off with it. Thieves and robbers, hey? Hear him, boys!”
Hank laughed derisively, and all went off chuckling gleefully over their Sunday afternoon’s job, while the squire, entering his house, slammed and bolted the door behind them.
CHAPTER XIII
HOW JACK RESCUED LION, BUT MISSED THE TREASURE.
The deacon’s folks had not got home from meeting when Jack reached the house; but he saw them coming,—Mr. Chatford, Mr. and Mrs. Pipkin, and Phin, in the old one-horse wagon. He met them at the gate, and hurriedly told his story as they were driving on to the house.
“Boy, you’re crazy!” said the incredulous deacon.